I have craved you. Between the
rushes that blow blissfully along
the rivers' banks and in the little
lagoons that swirl with crystal depths -
I have craved you. Amongst the forgotton
foliage that paints the mountains majestically
with emerald, gold, rouge and bronze,
I have craved you. In the mixed pallete of the
rainbow's arch, and in the curve of a swan's neck,
your eyes have haunted me. In the sweep of
the swallow and the call of the cukoo,
I have heard you. And now, tired, broken and
lying naked in the arms of another,
I miss you. Oh, how I miss you.
This is my fourth time reading this, and each time I want to exclaim (that's why I had to accurately use all caps) how beautifully sad and reminiscent this is. I could see this in a poetry book, that repetition of "I have craved you", written so lovingly, so soft and gentle. The intimacy of this poem both in the colors and comparisons and immersions in nature, it reminded me how grand yet delicate love can be. How small the world can become when compared to the size and depth of this love. The world can change, seasons come and go, and you're still left yearning for this person.
So lovely, Ben. I have no other words to describe it!
I love how after reading, I sigh. Because it's just enough imagery you gave us, just enough of a memory you are reliving or holding on to as best you can.